‘The prayers on my behalf began as soon as word started to spread that there was a malignant tumor eating away at my left kidney.’
At the Seder, when we speak of the four sons we forget their fathers. Fathers who, like the sons, are really just four sides of one individual.
Perhaps this Passover, we could sing Dayenu while starting with gratitude for the simplest pleasures.
Should the report have been hidden? Is it this year’s afikoman?
Rukhl and Eve prepare matzah brei and a baked spinach omelette that’s quick and easy.
The seder plate was not originally the ornate object we know it to be today.
“We can’t do that price. Because it’s nothing. And with Jews,” she said, suddenly switching to English, “It’s very hard job.”
“I’m lucky in that I happen to have done a lot of my Passover shopping,” a Jewish shopper said. “To buy the rest I won’t cross the picket line.”
A young man answered my call for cleaning help; he biked fifty miles because he couldn’t afford the bus ride.
It’s branded as ‘the Haggadah for millennials.’